The legend is that Syd was tossed out of Pink Floyd because his epic consumption of LSD has rendered him unable to perform in any comprehensible manner. This is mostly true, unfortunately for Pink Floyd and for us fans. The lightness and humor of Syd's work was lost when he was left Pink Floyd.
This album, put together with some of Pink Floyd and some of the members of Soft Machine, is weird, wonderful, and at times, heartbreaking. Syd's songs are, as in his hey day with Pink Floyd, child-like, but the wonder has turned to confusion in many of the songs. The first song "Terrapin" is a case in point. A simple Blues progression becomes a dirge of strummed electric guitars and Syd's words, a sort of mimimalist psychedelic masterpiece with the refain "oh, baby, my hair's on end about you." The emptiness surrounding this song is frightening.
This music is utter chaos, but it works for me. Recorded in 1970, however, this mid-60's flower-child feeling, sounds archaic, and you must be willing to forgo any sense of time to enjoy this music - sort of like being on the drugs that rendered Syd into basket case.